I am waiting for the sun to rise
and the rays to creep up your face.
I am hoping,
when you open your eyes
they will smile and crease as you wake.
Give me 10 more seconds of this time,
while the world can wait,
patiently in line
until my creaking in the hall
will tell it it can have me now.
And I'll hold even tighter than before
the sense of everything upright,
having just been washed ashore
and I'll gather my things,
to leave outside the bedroom door.
When the fall does come,
we will open our hearts
and we'll gather the leaves like they're waste.
And we'll live our days holding on to the sun,
like a life that's about to change.
Give me one more hour of this light,
while the warmth and the glow
still put up a fight,
until the leaves are gone
and winter can take us where we stand.
And I'll hold even tighter than before
the sense of everything upright,
having just been washed ashore
and I'll gather my things,
to leave outside the bedroom door.
Give me 20 more minutes in the day
and I'll write poetry and songs
to blow you away,
but I guess for now,
I'll just work with the seasons as they change.
And I'll hold even tighter than before
the sense of everything upright,
having just been washed ashore
and I'll gather my things,
to leave outside the bedroom door.